Стриж feat Слим и IQ - Жар
текст песни

What does the window dreams, seeing the horizon?
While the whole city sleeps, what is the poet?
Not far from Mart, Martini, Juice and Loda,
I silently dissolve in the overall interior of the rooms.
Incoming do not warm, the weighty rays,
Simkards number former, the rest of the little things.
Rides tension waiting for drops,
Winter winds have not yet made profits.
Slowly trelie weeks, minutes - bullets,
Loss me without a trace in carefree April.
Time to look around. In the end, who remained near?
School classmates learned with difficulty.
Soon the birds will return the cozy nest,
It is too late to get drunk.
I breathe this, you know, and normally rolls,
Muti while I stars at night in the dark.
If something covered, then it is worth it
The asphalt layer under the legs, not the sand by the sea.
This is my highway, the lights of the megapolis are burning,
Voices from space, outside the frost window.
Bright dawn, not sparing the sky, blast.
Ukrai first foliage my forever young May
My forever young May

And in the youngest, cold moment
We are looking for loved ones in the crowd.
This heat is no longer for them,
As pages of read books

And in the youngest, cold hour
Only coals of those days warm us
This heat is not yet ugas ...
The old book is a new story ...

We are silent, we stay
But it is necessary to say everything urgently
So it is necessary that in the soul say ...

We shout do not care.
But do not change anything
And many are no longer hug ...

Slow downstream in this city dreams,
Erase tears with hands and not knowing the edges,
Someone is ice inside, and my fire is burning
And we campaign with you along the way.
Making steps, leave tracks
Bridges burning again, then see dreams,
As if you are flying, touching clouds,
As if you're not alone and somewhere next.
Dechanging over the houses in which the bustle
Prices per square and flow water.
And for sure everyone for themselves
Although he warms his hands from someone else's fire.
Something changing, remember as it was,
As in the autumn wing, as she loved.
But we shouted and how not cool
Everything was beautiful, but we could not.
Flew those days and only heat battery
It warms us in the apartments, but before something got used
Somewhere inside hidden, under road clothes
Breaking a fragile scheme of the nervous system.
Did not notice, swinging on the swing
While begged by something in that warm evening.
It will be easier for you, and I will stay here.
Waiting for free places on the last flight.

And in the youngest, cold moment
We are looking for loved ones in the crowd.
This heat is no longer for them,
As pages of read books.

And in the youngest, cold hour
Only coals of those days warm us
This heat is not yet ugas ...
Old book new story

We are silent, we stay
But it is necessary to say everything urgently
So it is necessary that in the soul say

We shout do not care.
But do not change anything
And many no longer hug